Uloia Norris Moore

Rookie (Day's of The Past, Present, Future. / Southern United States)

The Morgage (Still) - Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

The honest one's
do truly slave
pave the way
ripe old age

Some how one
in three of the children
we made the grade
so glad

Then there are those
whom pose upon us
scam after scam
wish the phone
was not there

The fleecing of us still
do they not know we
have nothing left to take

A once proud man was I
somehow don't know how
managed to acquire some
land some how
It now will go to the
highest bidder
Ashamed it is I am

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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